Lisa The Greek

D'oh!

Well, bye-bye belt.

Homer, all those fatty... deep-fried, heavily-salted snacks... can't be good for your heart. My heart is just fine.

A little beer will put out that fire.

the man who's right... 52% of the time, Smooth Jimmy Apollo

Moe's Tavern... where the peanut bowl is freshened hourly.

Chief Wiggum, could you hand me... that little black book? Sure thing, Moe. I was using it as a coaster.

All right, Denver, justify my love.

This is where she prints her feminist newsletter.

things I'll tell you when you're older

Just don't say anything, and sit down over there. Over.

See you in hell, soldier boy.

Even though I'd love to spend... this sunny afternoon trying on clothes, it's not...

you're wrong 48% of the time. Why didn't you say that before?!

by 200 points?! Why, you worthless hunk of junk!

Don't you realize this is costing me money?

The Dolphins? Good, good.

That's because people who wear them get beaten up.

Well, anyone who would do that isn't your friend.

How did you know?

It's a little thing daddies do... to make football more exciting.

Mmm... crumbled-up cookie things.

My God... it's like there's some kind of bond between us.

We've got a troublemaker in booth eight. There's a code red in booth three.

My God! Those aren't the socks... she came in with.

You could use some new underwear too.

somewhere in the back

You bet.

You got to come out sometime, Simpson.

It gets rid... of the unpleasant aftertaste of church.

Dad tucked me in too tight, and it's cutting off... the circulation in my arms and legs.

The fear in his eyes, the quiver in his voice. He's a little boy lost in a game of men.

I'd bet my entire college fund on it.

The 49ers because they're pure of heart... Seattle because they got something to prove... and the Raiders because they cheat.

It doesn't take a genius... to realize Houston's failed to cover their last ten outings... the week after scoring three touchdowns... in a game.

My little girl says the cutest things.

Not Sunday-- Daddy-Daughter Day.

you lucky moron

I used to hate the smell of your sweaty feet. Now it's the smell of victory.

I'm Homer, I'll be your customer.

Never heard that one before.

Just bring us your freshest bottle of wine. Chop, chop.

''The Broken Neck Blues.''

Maybe the paint has shut off his pores... and he's slowly suffocating. That is a real fan.

You call Moe. Just bet, Lisa.

When the doctor said... I didn't have worms anymore, that was the happiest day... of my life.

when the Saints-- four and a half point favorites... only up by three-- kicked a meaningless field goal... at the last second to cover the spread.

Dear God!

'' Meryl Streep's Versatility.''

Shut up! Shut up! Kiss my butt! Go to hell!

Dad, I promise... I will never get tired of this.

Only in 48 states.

The only victim is Moe... and it's brought Lisa and me together.

The new football season is only seven months away.

You never wanted to be with me at all. You're a very selfish man.

Go to hell! Go to hell! Hey, once again, great present, Dad.

I've been gambling since I was eight... and hocking jewelry since I was 1 2.

All this was bought with dirty money. Your penthouse, your Alfa Romeo, your collagen-injection clinic.

However, I may also be so clouded with rage... that subconsciously... I want you to lose. In which case, I'd bet the farm on Buffalo.

If I still love you... Washington. If I don't, Buffalo.

Every note is a dagger in my heart. I got to get out of here.

I play Jack Handle, a retired cop... who shares an apartment with a retired criminal. The original odd couple.

and my recent trouble with the I RS sealed the deal.

People of Earth, we've come ten billion light-years... to bring you this halftime message of peace.

Oh, this sucks. Come on, snipers, where are you?

You-Hate-Dad by a touchdown.

They wanted it more.

If Washington scores, happy fans will be looting... and turning over cars in our nation's capital tonight.

Money comes and goes, but my daughter and I... can go on for eight more years!